You want to talk about having a lucky HORSE-SHOE up somebody's ass then listen to this one...
A couple weeks back...the good ol' BlockHead was driving to work on a nice sunny crisp Saturday morning just minding my own bidniss, bumpin to some Twista and keeping it REAL.
I'd say a good 30 yards from the intersection the light turns YELLOW so i did what most nig gaz would do...muthafka ACCELERATED! Light turned RED and I was in the middle of the intersection...sure enough CPD pulled my card.
So I get a 'blowing red light' ticket and a COURT DATE. Took my Drivers Liscense.
Today was court. I showed up. I had to stand in the ginormous line to get frisked/scanned and all my 'belongings' put into a little basket to be XRayed. Kind of like an airport. I was about 10 people from the XRay machines/Sherrifs. I already started taking my watch off, necklace, I already turned my phone off and took my keys out. Sure enough I was so stupid and absolutley CARELESS I had a fkn BOTTLE of British Dispensary dbols in my coat pocket. At 40mg daily thats 8 tabs. I keep it on me everywhere I go an 'pop em' through-out the day.
My heart sank into my feet. I felt my face FLUSH and my heart started THUMPING. I thought about turning around and getting OUT of line but figured that would arouse suspicion. I was now 3-4 people from the beginning of the line...I was at the POINT OF NO RETURN. I could hardly breathe. I was there for a bullshit traffic citation and now I might be HELD there for a Schedule-3. I was fked. I was sick to my stomach. This is the LAST thing I need on my record.
It was my turn...I threw everything in the basket and watched the guard rummage through it with a little stick. I could hear the sound of the pills in the plastic bottle 'rattling'. With his fingers...the guard fiddles with the bottle so the front of the bottle/label can be seen...right then and there I wanted to throw up. How could I be soooo careless? How, after all my New Jack hustles...would I go down for something that could have been soooo avoided? How will my attorney, Special 'Litigator' Ed get me out of this one?
To my relief...the guard squinted to read the little writing '5mg methandrostenelone tabletas etc...' then he put the bottle down. I walked through the metal detector and the basket with my belongings was given back to me. The color in my face came back. I was cold now from the sweat.
I was VERY stupid and VERY careless, my GETBIG brothers! I share this story not with embarassment but with pride. My aim is to remind all my brothers/sisters here at GETBIG that no matter how PIMP and how smart you think you are...sometimes you MIGHT be caught slippin. I got very very lucky. I think I went through a half a can of Skoal within the last 2 hours.
